The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1887-06-01
BY HENRY J. FORD.

music of her voice was thrilling him. but he
tried to give some attention to the language
What do you think of it?''
Il think, madam, his muse makes ia
miliar approach"
"Ah, do your" (eyeing him). But, then,
it is addressed to some ideal being Quickly.
Why do you hide the productions of your
muse. know you write poetry?"
Rolfe with some confusion-"Oh my
poor illusions are not worth your examine
ton, madam. have writ but little, and that
to fill up some idle hours" He bows.l
A glance and slight gesture hold him to
the place. She inclines her lovely head, and
says, softly:
~ want you, then, to give some of those
hours to me. That is, when you have moth
ing better to think Of You must write me
poem. Will your
Rolfe, dazed and ecstatic, bowed, stam-
mered and consented. He thought after
ward that he must have appeared stupid
and ill-bred not to have made fitting ac-
acknowledgement of the compliment of so gra-
cious proposal.
On Christmas Eve, when Miss Edith,
tired with her supervision of the prepara-
tons for the festivities of the next day, re-
tired to her room, her maid handed her the
following;
Sylvia, would you know the passion
You have kinded in my breast?
Trfing is the inclination
That by words can be expressed.
| Inmy silence see the lover
| True love is by silence known.
In my eyes you'll best discover
! All the power of your own.
| 1t was bad time for the poets offering.
She was experiencing one Of those GIBBS of
geniality to which the possessors of high ami
NAL spirits are subject, and she was languid
and dispirited. Under most circumstances its
audacity would have commanded her adj
miration, even while she would have made
up her mind to make the poet understand
| his distance. In her present mood it angered
| her.
The next morning she ignored him and
! busted herself with her guests. He was
perturbed and anxious. Walking around
the porch--after the enormous Christ
mas day dinner was over, and the
ladies had gone up stairs TO rest and
prepare themselves for the dance al
night while the gentlemen had gone
off to have a cock fght--he surprised
Lord Creighton with his arm about Mis-,
Edith snatching kiss from her check. II,
had but a momentary glance; but it seemed
to his gloomy fancy to be as coarse and un
dignified an encounter as the bussing matches
of Hodge and Betty in the servants quarters
lie did not see the majestic wrath with which
eth lady brought the audacious assailant
tipsy as he was, cringing to her feet,
gasping out abject apologies. He could mol
know that in indulging that reckless inn
pulse Lord Creighton had wrecked the
| edifice Of esteem thathe had SO labo.
riously built up in Edith's mind, Rolfe
could not know these things, and he
sickened with horror and disgust. Some.
thing of this must have displayed itself
in his expression, for when Miss Edith swept
loftily into.the house, she turned upon him
with carnation cheeks-and flashing eyes. He
gragelKs eseilad her. niefs,,lre gpa! Tor ones
that he had any.right 10 an understanding o.
her conduct, and yet the idea of having made
a false impression upon him CALLED her. Sh,
escaped from the embarrassment by aanl